Somewhere in the outermost stretches of the wild valley lies a lost beach. Moss grows on the large boulders bordering the white sands and silver driftwood. The water rolls cool and clean and waves crash freely against the shore. Farther down the beach is a small overhang where one may watch the sea from above, and below a cove of secrets. Step carefully, for the glistening rock within will spell a slippery death for any who may not cross warily.
